All pillars fallover time,all godsgrow downout of grandeur,grow paleout of waste(we cannot always worshipthat which is distant)and gravitate into grasp as ageand taste and circumstancewrinkle the concrete columnswe set them once upon,so high, too highto truly touch at timeslike trees too tallin forests to far to reach,too distant to be seen.

All pillars fall over time,all trees topple,and their talesrevealed as circles turned and twistedin trunks we could not wrap ourselves arounduntil we cut them down,like bodies bound by lovesand lusts we could not reachuntil we found a way in.

But you

Youwill notcome down,will not be grounded(precious distance demands still songs of glory)will not wrap aroundthis flesh that feelsyour fingers too far,though still I breathe,though not do I rot.You;not madefor mebut a momentconsideredtoo late,too complicated,but mystery,but manbecoming myth,no kisses but misses,

still missed.

I tended too muchto the roots,thoughts twistingthrough a timenow past(like your eyes to my sight)now lost(like your voice to my ears)a timenever touched(we never touchedbut watched itslip though fingers).I let it toweruntended,not over me(how I wished),but away from meand found myself firm footedon strange soiland you; in the skyof dreamson a pillarI built for younever thinkingyou’d one day grow out,out of reach,our of hand,out of hope,out of hold(all that I never held),hand that I can’tlet go of even if it’s nowtoo far from reach.